Slipped Away - 1

This story is about my best friend. You probably know exactly who he is. But I know the real him. I don't know who he is. But I know who he was. Before he changed.
You see, my best friend is Justin Bieber. Or, was Justin Bieber. He's still my best friend, but I barely know him anymore.
And I hate it.
It used to be great. We were the best team, wrecking (innocent) havoic on the town. The terrible two. We were like Bonnie and Clyde, but not in love. It couldn't have been better.
Then he got noticed. I always knew he sang. He told me. I thought it was cute. But we both knew it wasn't anything serious. After all, he was destined to be a hockey player.
But when Scooter Braun started calling for him, everything changed. And not in a good way.
He got full of himself, arrogant. I told him, too. But he wouldn't listen. He was never a good listener. Stupid hard-headed boy.
I still remember the day. It wasn't even just one day. He was gradually slipping away from me. But then that one day was the one that woke me up for real. I had always known, but this day changed it all. But I should start at the beginning. Not the very beginning, of course. But far enough back that you'll understand. At least, I hope you do.


"Justin, don't! You'll kill yourself!"
The brown eyed boy laughs and shakes his head at me. "I'll be fine, Ari!" Then he takes off down the street.
I sigh and run after him. But he's on his skateboard, so he's faster. I watch in horror as he goes up the homemade ramp and flips. I can't even close my eyes. He goes down, and I don't see him anymore.
"JUSTIN!" I shriek, breaking into a sprint. I race toward him, as fast as I can. Please don't let him be hurt, I think.
Justin's laying on the ground, holding his arm. "Aw, crap." He frowns at his arm.
I kneel beside him. "Justin, are you okay?! I told you not to! Why don't you ever listen to me?!"
"I'm fine, my arms just a little- ow!" He winces in pain.
"Okay, come on. We need to get you home, or to a doctor, or somewhere. Oh God." I bite my thumb nail.
"Calm down, I'm not gonna die."
I help him up and pick up his skateboard, putting it under my arm. We begin walking down the street, back to my house.
Justin points to the skateboard with his good arm. "You know, one of these days, I'm gonna teach you to ride that."
I shake my head. "No way. I'll get hurt."
"Nahhh." He holds out the word, shaking his head. "I won't let you get hurt."
"Whatever. You'd probably let me fall and then point and laugh." I know its true. No matter how good of friends we are, if one of us gets hurt, we're gonna laugh. Except for now. But I tend to worry a lot.
We continue down the street. Justin's floppy brown hair keeps falling in his eyes, and he keeps having to flip it or shake it or whatever he does to get it our of his vision.
"Why don't you just cut your hair?"
"Cut my hair? Are you insane?! No way. Not even funny, Ariana."
I roll my eyes. He's too protective of his hair.



Justin pokes the cast with his pencil. "I hate this thing."
"Then you shouldn't have done the flip! I warned you." I look back at my book.
"If I didn't do it then Ryan wouldn't give me five dollars."
"You're an idiot, ya know that?" I shake my head at him, and he tugs on my ponytail. "What?"
He looks down at his shoes for a second, then back up at me, frowning slightly. "Are you mad at me?"
His question confuses me slightly. But then again, I'm thirteen. A lot of stuff confuses me. "Well, uhm, not really. Why would I be mad at you?"
"Cause I didn't listen to you."
"Dude, you never listen to me." I shrug. "It's no big deal."
He breaks into a grin. "Alright. Good."

*this is just the first part. I didn't write chapters on this one, just a long document. a lot of this story is remembering, but then it changes to present tense. it might get kind of confusing later on. sorry.*